Ten Years?! Ten Stinking Years?!


I’m keeping this short and sweet in regards to other blog posts.  I’m letting the pictures do the talking because they have captions.  Excuse the bird crap on the car window pictures.  Los Angeles birds love to crap on windows right after you get a car wash.  It never fails.  I’m sure others can relate in other cities.

Ten years ago I visited the Pacific Ocean at Santa Monica with a person I didn’t know would last or could stand my independence over the years.   Fast forward to ten years later and we’re still together.

I call him my roommate much of the time because that is what he is to me, but he’s more than that to me when you put the puzzle pieces together.  He recently told me I have taught him much over these years, which I am glad.  It’s nice to know you helped someone.

He’s taught me much over these past ten years too.  It was never my goal to meet someone when I moved to Los Angeles.  I suppose things have a way of working out in some respects.  We surpassed our ten year mark in June so here’s to hopefully more years ahead.

If anyone is wondering, I did beat him in Skee Ball like I did in 2007.

Dunkirk Does Deliver

My Second Movie Review of the Year


I saw this movie yesterday. I liked it for the fact it did not have any love interest in the plot in the traditional sense. Love and war are themes that will never go away, and there is nothing wrong with this, because I like these movies too. The last one I enjoyed was Allied although it didn’t do well in the box office, but let’s get back to Dunkirk. The only love in this movie was a soldier’s love to be reunited with safety and comfort. There shouldn’t be any spoilers in this review unless you aren’t aware of the general happenings at Dunkirk. This will be my second review this year.

Dunkirk scored a high rating on Rotten Tomatoes (Tomatometer of 93%) and IMDB (Metascore 94%) It was victorious in the box office with earning 50.5 million in its opening weekend. I would rate it five out of five stars for the cinematography alone. Those shots from the sky looking down at the ships and boats. Damn! They were so impressive! The production design was absolutely amazing as was most everything about the movie! While the story really doesn’t have any twists and turns as most people know about the horrors of World War II, it does an amazing job reminding viewers how difficult survival was on land, sea, and air.

Nolan did a superb job weaving the stories together like he usually does, shared in an intimate way, and this to me was the whole purpose of this film. The interaction between Shivering Soldier (played by Cillian Murphy) and Mr. Dawson’s family (played by Mark Rylance) was just as tense as the assaults from the sky by German planes. It was Nolan’s shortest script and for good reason. It didn’t need much talking head. Tom Hardy who played Farrier was amazing throughout the movie although he wasn’t the only one carrying the film. Jack Lowden who played Collins was equally great. I rate the whole experience four and a half out of five stars.

Information about Dunkirk

Dunkirk is a movie about the rescue of Allied soldiers in France after being trapped and sitting ducks, for lack of better words, by the Germans forces. The evacuation took place between May 26th and June 4th in 1940. By the end of this rescue mission, with the help of small vessels transporting soldiers from the beaches to ultimate safety of larger ships and then land, there were many unnamed heroes and heroines in this story. The ending was perfect as it commented on the realities of war. It had a solid cast and believe one of the reasons the movie works well is some of the actors weren’t well known. Dunkirk was written and directed by Christopher Nolan. The more recognizable actors were Tom Hardy, Cillian Murphy, Kenneth Branagh, and Mark Rylance. And then there was Harry Styles who did a good job. Not once did I think there’s the guy from One Direction throughout the movie.

Why Not Five Stars


The reason for not giving it five stars was the partial confusion of the title usage in relation to time. The movie focused on three primary areas: air, sea, and land, which was the way it should be because this is how wars are fought. I don’t consider myself a dummy by any means as even my roommate was a little confused about it until we realized what was actually happening. I enjoy movies rolled out in a non-chronological order. I just wish I had some reference as to what one week, one day, and one hour meant in terms of how they were all related at the beginning instead of later in the film. Looking back it makes me wonder why I didn’t get it right away, but glad I’m not the only one. While I wish the ending (movie wise not historical wise) had happened differently for selfish reasons, I’m glad it wasn’t that way because nothing is completely one way or another. One of the main characters didn’t fully arc as pointed out by my roommate, but then again not all of the characters had the ability to fully complete their circle, which is what war presents to soldiers. Could a person really fully return to “normal” once back from this particular war if he survived or any war for that matter? I have my suspicions, but I’m not willing to answer that question right now. Let’s just say trauma changes a person and no matter how hard you try to shove a square object into a round opening, it will not fit.


I believe this movie will stand the test of time as it is currently being viewed as a well-crafted movie for many reasons and Oscar buzz seems to be already buzzing. I liken this movie to Fury despite it having a much higher production value.  If anyone wants to watch Fury, I highly recommend it. It was written and directed by David Ayer. But again, let’s get back to Dunkirk. With absolute certainty I was wholly invested in every character and every scene from start to finish. My biggest disappointment was not finishing all the popcorn when the credits rolled and on top of that not wanting a refill. This has NEVER happened before so maybe I won’t get any popcorn and just enjoy the movie the next time.  Probably not, but I can dream, right?

© 2017 Pisaries Creator




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I believe writer’s block is overused. Yes, it can be attributed to some of the questions listed in the above photo. You can write a card, a shopping list, a poem, an essay or a song. As long as you are writing something, you’re a writer. I’m a Renaissance gal and have diverse interests. Writing is only one of them. There are so many wonderful things in this world to experience and all those experiences will help you as a writer…even the horrid ones. Many often ask me why I do not continue my two published books as a series. Here are a few reasons why I am not motivated to do so:

1) The publishing markets, both indie and traditional, are saturated and the Amazon book sales are not great. At least when you are an indie author, you are your own boss. When you have an agent and/or…

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Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha

From what I’ve seen, it is hard to predict material success, ESPECIALLY in the entertainment industry.  And even if we get it, it does not guarantee fulfillment or happiness.  But here’s what’s well within our grasp:  it is possible to conduct ourselves like people who DESERVE success; to invite it to our doorstep by showing up every day and dutifully creating.  But even more important than that:  it is possible to delight in our efforts, to plunge fully into the worlds we dream, and to prep them as best we can for others’ consumption, hopefully lifting their hearts and capturing their imaginations.  

I feel that when I engage in creativity with this mentality, I not only serve others, but myself as well.  

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Save Time… Do This… iPhone Related


I bought my iPhone 5 about two years ago.  This model was being phased out.  I had trouble with it so thanks to Apple Care I got it replaced a week after I bought it.  Brand new iPhone, the second one.  It had to be programmed all over again.  The worst for me because it’s so time consuming.  A big UGGGHHHH.  I put in all my information.  I put my thumb on the button to scan its ridges.  I came up with passwords I would soon forget.

Fast forward to about two months ago.  My camera was acting up.  I could only take selfies.  No thanks.  I went to the Apple store and got a new camera thanks to Apple Care.  My insurance was nearing the end so it was perfect timing.  Nothing else will happen.  WRONG.  My camera was doing the same thing as before with crazy colors appearing and disappearing.  It was not completely silent when I put it on silent during work hours.  It was taking pictures when my camera wasn’t even on.  Things that make you go HMMMMMM.

The Apple store is close to where I live, and it’s a good thing because there was street cleaning today so I didn’t want to take my car.  It takes way too long to back up your information on iCloud in any store.  I made the trek back home and it downloaded within a decent time.   I needed more space so I bought some more space.  Next time I’ll bring a book although I don’t want there to be a next time for a long time.

Advance to three hours later today.  I had my new iPhone in my hand, still the same model, as I walked back to the apartment.  The things I learned from the technician would have been quite a lot had I really listened to her explain how information is transmitted from the iCloud to wherever it needs to go.  I did hang onto the part when she asked if I had a lot of texts.  I told her I have a few, which was a lie.  I only had one.

The fact I don’t save texts cut down my time by about 20 minutes and also the fact I have hardly any emails in my accounts or my delete box saved time too.  Unless you absolutely need all your texts and emails, get rid of them.  This is my advice to everyone with iPhones.  If you like waiting around when something goes bust, then by all means, don’t get rid of anything.  Cheers everyone!!!  Happy Friday!!!

© 2017 Pisaries Creator

Nothing but Quarters and Lists

This project started when my roommate did not want to use my “special quarters.”  Those educated in the United States had to learn the 50 states and their capitals as students in grade school.  Oh, what we did to memorize the spelling of Mississippi and Pennsylvania or maybe that was just me.  I asked my roommate to quiz me on the capitals not too long ago.  I got most of them right.


This need to see how many quarters in my rolls I had stashed away made me completely forgo my original plans a few weeks ago on a Sunday to compile a list of what kind of “special quarters” I actually had.  It made me realize the U.S. Treasury (for sure dollar bills) or whoever is responsible for creating new coins had been busy again with their quarters.  I was aware they released the state quarters that were put into production from 1999 to 2008.  Remember all the hot rage?  Coin collectors probably didn’t sleep that night.


What I didn’t know is America the Beautiful quarters currently in production are pretty cool looking quarters.  They will be completed in 2021.  They started to be released in 2010, so yes, not very observant on this front.  Better late than never.  I added to my collection when I traded a 20 dollar bill for two rolls of quarters today.  I’m missing ten from the state quarters, but hope to have it completed by the end of this year.  I had to go one step further and mark how many of duplicates I had of each state.  While I haven’t visited every state, maybe one day I will, and so far I’ve only visited or lived in fifteen states and passed through a handful of states, but I don’t really count them.  Call me crazy, but this was kinda fun.  No wait, it was REALLY FUN!

© 2017 Pisaries Creator


Simple Advice for All Stuck Writers


Write anything. Don’t sit there. Just write.

Who cares if it sounds stupid to your ear or doesn’t make sense. No one has to read it if you don’t want. It doesn’t need to be perfect.

The thing troubling many of us, I believe, is self doubt and fear. It creeps around us morning, noon, and night. The irritation of not writing more in those hours we set aside while bad posture remains to be a source of discomfort for some as the next day approaches.

We realize writing something, no matter how bad, is better than nothing when trying to fall asleep.

We try so hard to make it the best we can while we punch the keyboard, forgetting the expectations we place on our shoulders, and other times not so successful.

So yes, write anything. Don’t sit there. Just write.

(I can hear my inner voice now.)

(Thanks for the advice. As if it were this easy.)

© 2017 Pisaries Creator


More Old Than New

Hello, My New Friends
Pisaries Creator wrote two new poems and more to come later.  The last time I really was into writing poems was over twenty years ago.  Time does fly, yes, it sure does.


Mirror, Mirror
The face in the mirror looked at me.
Hadn’t seen this face for a long time, but here it was to haunt me.
Couldn’t tell if it was mine or that of the monster.
I hadn’t seen the monster for a while either.
He held my attention even when its features became blurry.
No longer could I spot where the sides of the face ended.
The flesh seemed to melt away or maybe it disappeared behind the steam.
I wasn’t ready for it to leave quite yet.
But I knew it was not mine to claim.
I had tried to discard this face a long time ago.
It was the right choice to make, and yet the dark eye was visible to me.
It had restricted me at certain times.
I was too impressionable back then.
The small changes within myself were purposely forgotten.
My proof of turning a new leaf was an invention of mine.
I had turned into an ugly liar, and it felt crummy.
I was not a good person as much as believed otherwise.
My insides never caught up with my outer appearance.
The face in the mirror was despicable.
The monster that scared me was wicked.
There was a time I saw my innocent face, but I knew deep down it was cracked.
It didn’t matter what I desired.
None of it would come true.
The face in the mirror continued looking at me.
Couldn’t tell who it was, but only that it was searching for something more.
The Night
The music between us was loud and boisterous, as if it shouted from the speakers,
There was no one in that room not moving that night.
If you weren’t dancing, someone would have grabbed your hand and dragged you onto the floor.
All of the movement made my head dizzy. The price you pay for fashion.
My headband somehow managed its way into the dryer.
The things people hold onto even when they are too tight.
I never wanted to go back to the old way of doing things.
That night was so close to perfection.
I haven’t been able to get that back.
I’ve tried, but I never rolled snake eyes.
I felt so safe around him.
Even if we weren’t in the same room, things were easier for me.
The way his wavy hair cascaded past his shoulders.
Some of my friends told me men shouldn’t have long hair, but I didn’t care.
All I knew that he was mine.
I wanted to lose a part of myself to him that night, and he did not disappoint.
The way he touched my face when the beat slowed a bit.
His hands were smooth, and his breath was a mixture of coffee and cigarettes.
I didn’t care about the stink when I kissed him that night.
This was how our relationship developed.
He allowed me to release all the worries as I boogied on the dance floor.
He had such a carefree attitude.
I felt free for the first time in my life.
This freedom lasted throughout the night each time I grabbed his hand as he twirled me around.
We only existed to each other. He mouthed something to me.
I made out a few words.
The music remained the same when he drifted away from me.
He was no longer close by my side.
Something BOOMED! Something BANGED!
He still made me believe in things. His advice mattered. He kept my heart intact.
We experienced from the same place.
This was an important time in my life.
There were no limits.
It was worth it when we reached our finale.


Hello, My Old Friends
It was a relatively easy process of digging out my mediocre poetry from high school and early college years.  This is what you get from Pisaries Creator when she was in a different place, but still as creative as ever because that has never left her side and never will.
our land
they say we don’t belong here.
they claim to know.
they think they know.
they presume to know us.
us, a people scattered all over.
they don’t know.
the only people that know is ourselves.
we have walked this planet many times.
our influence has made existence continue.
our power has made the earth open up.
our sacrifice has not been forgotten.
simply we will not go away.
our blood will continue to thrive.
the last day of existence, we will be here.
this is our land.
we were here first.
we are the chosen people.
we took it upon ourselves to uphold the law.
everyone else turned their backs.
step to the plate, we did.
embraced the laws of the land, we followed.
all of this makes us strong.
we continue to be present.
this is our land.
Pluck Away
They steal
My petals
One by one
Two by seven
Yields quicker
They prolong
My death
To pluck
I still remain
Ghost Unknown
This is my ghost
You exist in my dreams
A savior from hell
Not seen by others
You come to take me away
My beating heart
Not quite the same
Moving on after you left
Your face is still real
Imprinted on my brain
Cycling over and over
You have not visited me lately
This fantasy has turned into misery
I do not feel safe
Only harsh echoes from afar
This is not fair
I did not ask for this punishment
You do not love me anymore
This replacement is not good enough
I have become too scary for you
Now I have become the ghost to you
Inner Demons
I hate you when you intrude upon my sleep.
My mind swirls around your shadow.
How you bring me down by telling me lies.
And make up for it by giving me sweet kisses.
You are the force that tempts me into hell.
My body wants to move beyond you.
But I am still spinning around your shadow.
You are plucking at my heartstrings.
Must I be your fancy guitar.
Tribute to my Journals
To the empty pages before me,
I apologize for poisoning your whiteness
With my blood and sweat,
With my sorrow and fears,
With my crying, hurt, and anger.
Please do not be upset with me
When I fill your whiteness with my words.
You save me from future insanity,
The only one non-judgmental of my actions and thoughts,
Giving me so much in return when I ask of nothing.
If it weren’t for you, no one would truly listen,
And the gift you have of responding is impeccable,
Which teaches me how to live to the fullest.
You have done something for me.
I cannot ever repay.
The Meaning
You must look beyond this page.
Go past the words.
Go through the words,
Go into the words.
Let it penetrate your heart.
Let it infect your veins.
Swallow the meaning like food.
Use the energy to move forward.
Pump your body with its exhilaration.
Take it in completely and honestly.
Know it intimately.
Don’t over think.
The mind is not yours.
It cannot be controlled.
It cannot be kept.
It belongs to someone else.
The Kill
With an arched back, I saw him whip the cowboy around with all his might.
This muscular creature was not going to give up even if it meant death.
The crowd was cheering the cowboy to stay with the brute.
The cowboy was giving his all for the audience.
He wanted the spectators to have their money’s worth, and they got it.
After a few minutes of this power struggle, I saw the bull losing ground.
His body wasn’t bucking as forcefully in the beginning.
I thought to myself, this beast is faltering.
The crowd was not on his side.
They wanted to see a fight, but got much more.
This was not a game for the cowboy, but a particular war of survival.
His eyes were like blades cutting thick barbed wire.
Audience members had to know the end was near.
I saw blood oozing onto the ground.
A large puddle of blood had onlookers gasping.
They could not tell if it was coming from the bull or the cowboy.
The continued fight had me standing with great anticipation.
My heart was pumping hard.
In between my heavy breaths, I knew in my heart one was near death.
The cowboy’s hat was on the ground, and the bull was visibly bleeding.
As quick as a blink of an eye, the performance was over.
Blood squirted out of the cowboy’s mouth as he fell down.
He lay there crumpled like a useless piece of paper.
A hole the size of a horn was gouged into his stomach.
The audience members would have to figure it out themselves.
They did not know what I knew before the battle even started.
A trapped beast will never be tame.
© 1994-2017 Pisaries Creator

Movie Recommendation: Sweet and Lowdown


Produced: Letty Aronson, J.E. Beaucaire, Richard Brick, Jean Doumanian, Charles H. Joffe, and Jack Rollins
Directed: Woody Allen
Written: Woody Allen
Major Cast: Sean Penn, Samantha Morton, Anthony LaPaglia, Uma Thurman, John Waters, Woody Allen, James Urbaniak, and Brian Markinson
Sweet and Lowdown stars the talented Sean Penn as Emmet Ray, a jazz guitarist who garnered acclaim during the 1930s. The movie follows him on his quest to be as good as his idol, Django Reinhardt, but there are peculiar rules he must follow in order to achieve this. One of them is not getting romantically involved with a woman despite his mad desire for it. He eventually finds love in a woman played by Samantha Morton, but will he be able to sustain it? You must watch the movie to find out or look online. The film received decent scores from critics with Metascore rating it 70% and Tomatometer rating it 78%. This isn’t too surprising as most Woody Allen movies are well worth the watch. This is sweet and short description, but that is all it really needed.
© 2017 Pisaries Creator